Except for my body, most parts of me are thin or sparse — my hair, my brows, my patience, and my lashes. I'm not a big fan of make-up, it's too time consuming for me. My make up arsenal looks lonely, my mascara and my curlash gather dust, and I hate falsies. I like to look polished, that subtle but classy I-woke-up-like-this-but-better look.
Don’t hold on because you think there’ll be no one else. There will be. You’ve got to believe that you are worth more than being repeatedly hurt by someone. Believe that someone will see that you’re really worthy, and treat you the way you should be treated.